Straight simple, to the point. If opportunity bites you on the ass, just go with it. Today. I chilled with my best friend and my girlfriend for the afternoon. After running my energy well pass zero, I returned home wearily . I had planed to sleep, relax, and just take it easy.
I threw that plan out just now, listening to open tiny message of golden opportunity.
My church group is getting a bunch of people together and we’re all going to have a slumber party (I swear if any readers in our male audience get hard at the thought of slumber parties I will personally chop your python off with a rusty knife.) Smiles
On one hand I could stay home and sleep.
On the other I could have the might of my life; despite the fact it is a church group we have some pretty wild childs and little supervision.
Opportunity has arrived and is now whisking me away.
Lesson: Go where life takes you, NOW!

Since the beginning of time, and well before the start of creation, I have always done a sport. I started with soccer and then I switched to baseball. None of those outdoors sports really suited me; I got bored and distracted.

This might have actually happened to me.

Then along came hockey, which I loved. I guessed the main reason I liked the icy sport was I just happened to be good at it. Back in the day I was a giant, dwarfing the various kids around me. It was so bad that sometimes I was a head and shoulders above the rest

This height advantage translates directly into a major advantage. Since I was the largest I was the strongest, since I was the strongest I was the best. I was a champion, I was important. I liked being notable, I liked being a winner. I was instrument in winning two or three state championships.

For a while I was on Cloud 9.

Then everyone else started to grow and I did not. I simply finished growing in the seventh grade; everyone else is still growing to this day. As I slowly descended into the middle of the pack I found it harder and harder to compete. Never before had I worked on any of my skills, my size had always been the only advantage I had needed.

Arrogance sucks. Lesson for all you: actually practice. Even if you still believe you suck, you are actually doing a little bit better than you were doing before your practice session.

By the freshmen year of high school I was on the bottom line on the junior varsity team, had the team needed to cut kids I would have been the first to go. The fun was dead. Now I wallowed in self pity as a benchwarmer while those that had actually practiced had fun on the ice rink.

At the end of the year I decided I was not coming back.

It was like this, but colder.

Throughout my sophomore year I had more free time than I knew what to with. I established new friendships with fellow students at school. I was happy; surprisingly I realized I hadn’t been happy in a long time. These students actually liked me for my personality, rather than despising me for my lack of hockey skills.

The drawback to having real friends is that you spend time with them. (Oh, the horror) More time you spend with your friends the less time you spend on academics.

Friends first took up just as much time as hockey, then significantly more.

The academic flak became pretty brutal; my grades were taking a beating. There was a point where I missed so much homework that my teacher too me aside and asked if everything was okay. I said everything was fine, but deep down I knew something would have to change.

The answer came to me earlier this summer, when I needed to retrieve my goggles from the pool club, which was closing in fifteen minutes, and my car had been stolen

Damn the Dalmatians

It was only a ten minute walk away, so I decided just to run over.

Heaving and huffing, I arrived just in time to see the last of the employees drive away after they finished locking up. Standing in the parking lot, that is where problem that had been plaguing was finally recognized.

I procrastinate way too much.

Never in all my life have I just buckled down and done what needed to be done. It happened with hockey, now again it is happening with my friends. I know exactly what I need to do. With hockey I simply needed to practice. With my friends I simply need to manage my time better.

The solution is simple, yet innovative. Go out for Winter Track.

Many of my closest friends run all year round, so they do Winter Track. There I will be able to hang with them. Over the summer, now, I will have to run every day, or be absolutely humiliated come winter. That is all the incentive I need.

With a little luck procrastination will finally be defeat and then the world is MINE.